tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238967452845366932024-03-04T21:00:44.757-08:00Lyndymac, Leo & Addy JLyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-50044560911062746682010-05-09T03:52:00.000-07:002010-05-09T03:57:05.328-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuDhOKPuqkjngdxLU1mjcgRj9M-JPe53xrVJyALb2pskfew27qZ-JiYKK9tMkZ5-Q6mExqNPPCop3aPasaoak3PsszobOwHcCgl30fvm44983SkMYWRZZ5FmCx10iXFCcDyuBKV1VsC2-/s1600/Pigeon+Forge+2010+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469221718516976162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuDhOKPuqkjngdxLU1mjcgRj9M-JPe53xrVJyALb2pskfew27qZ-JiYKK9tMkZ5-Q6mExqNPPCop3aPasaoak3PsszobOwHcCgl30fvm44983SkMYWRZZ5FmCx10iXFCcDyuBKV1VsC2-/s320/Pigeon+Forge+2010+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Deep in the mountains of Tennessee ... these are the oldest mountains on this Earth. It was quiet and peaceful and the air was clear. Living in Asheville is awesome, but it's still a city. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Deep in the mountains of Tennessee ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">now, that's the place to be.</span></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-75499355723493424252010-04-18T14:47:00.000-07:002010-04-18T15:01:25.739-07:00Spring, Warmer Weather and New ClothesNow that the weather is warmer I have on a sleeveless t-shirt that I got in Vegas. It's all kinds of awful blue, green and yellow with a peace sign on it. The point of this is not the psychedelic nightmare of my shirt but the fact that my "oven" scar on my elbow is visible. I'm a very good cook but a total klutz in the kitchen.<br />I have a scar on my forefinger from when I was fifteen and cutting leftover turkey at Thanksgiving. Even now, with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ovglove</span> I manage to harm myself. It all seems worth it when we sit down to a delicious and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nutritious</span> meal. I love to cook but I'm a hazard in the kitchen.<br />The really good thing about the warmer weather? My husband is THE grillmaster. All I have to do is prepare it (which, unfortunately, usually involves knives) and he cooks it up on the grill.<br />AH! Life is good ... to quote Leo.Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-13804469781833201812010-01-09T06:33:00.000-08:002010-01-09T06:45:08.883-08:00STORM OF '09<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/S0iWTig4z2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tP-0koRHm-s/s1600-h/Winter+Storm+of+09+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424751013594189666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/S0iWTig4z2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tP-0koRHm-s/s320/Winter+Storm+of+09+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh47ha3idCY-L14LnzyCYCmGFwtoXjz9PfamuJCRgG8otx3s9MoaNUiCFNRt61kUHvspwfBGKYvO1nNLz3Lcy01ZahXFOG4UjHIJGInHRhpwBmBWawrg52XDK9Ek5T9yN9Yd5X7uMnayr8/s1600-h/Winter+Storm+of+09+003.jpg"></a></div><span style="color:#003300;">Quite the difference from my last blog of September 2009. This is a shot off the front porch during the "Storm of '09." We had around 14 inches the weekend before Christmas and we've had more snow on and off since. It was fun and pretty, but cold and slippery. </span>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-76386003226146877402009-09-03T10:58:00.000-07:002009-09-03T11:08:02.750-07:00MY GRANDFATHER'S FIG TREE<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtxg1vhm1xyRnpWIvxmBe_D3B4AfmvF4cgORO-PA68-REGwBElZXLGXXEM5TYj-4Nvd0s8RngUplR-MIl8E2HolJNQ3c9caA94YoEyNCxpulSVGAdcxOTxEVFS9QSmcKYbC3XWHdsnidk/s1600-h/Fig+Tree+Late+Summer+2009+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302519586291794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtxg1vhm1xyRnpWIvxmBe_D3B4AfmvF4cgORO-PA68-REGwBElZXLGXXEM5TYj-4Nvd0s8RngUplR-MIl8E2HolJNQ3c9caA94YoEyNCxpulSVGAdcxOTxEVFS9QSmcKYbC3XWHdsnidk/s400/Fig+Tree+Late+Summer+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">This fig tree came from my mother's fig tree which came from her father's fig tree. When my cousins and I were little my grandfather's fig tree was big enough for us to climb in. When we planted this tree 10 years ago everybody told us, "You can't grow a fig tree here in the mountains!" I named the tree Gus after my grandfather and Gus yields a bumper crop of figs every other year. This year there aren't many on him so I'll let the birds have at it when they get ripe. Right now the sweet smell is so delicious. It's planted below the window of my upstairs office and the whole office smells sweet and "figgy." </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span></div></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-68720713013404071872009-06-25T11:04:00.000-07:002009-06-25T11:09:14.211-07:00WHAT WOULD LEO SAY? ASK LEO!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75BJs8A19t4g_aS6GoTs9FHMWCJFx7Y_eP1I7jruixKeXrM-jn9Xx2IsF18nbqI9OCjUOoFyxs8__Fs86Gw-XYGzjR7ORI0m5UfchWnJIOwnKCNt8v1nCEf3rVI86laW9KUrP_E7A_Gl7/s1600-h/February+2007+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351328656168672594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75BJs8A19t4g_aS6GoTs9FHMWCJFx7Y_eP1I7jruixKeXrM-jn9Xx2IsF18nbqI9OCjUOoFyxs8__Fs86Gw-XYGzjR7ORI0m5UfchWnJIOwnKCNt8v1nCEf3rVI86laW9KUrP_E7A_Gl7/s200/February+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Visit Leo's new blog!</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://whatwouldleosayaskleo.blogspot.com/">http://whatwouldleosayaskleo.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">What WOULD Leo say???</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">DOG ONLY NOSE!</span></div></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-75543769805386008692009-05-30T07:25:00.000-07:002009-06-23T12:16:23.471-07:00BUY IT NOW!!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/SkEp3hHeBjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y32tVhP3OEc/s1600-h/Dog+Nanny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350603866052101682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/SkEp3hHeBjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y32tVhP3OEc/s200/Dog+Nanny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixoalxuiu9PafujZXo-Ro4I5dCzFL_6FQEFbNnnvo04szpAZ7HdUlybk2EnzUSs5zCmzbrKOAempoXHuLogmSm5i40cRd5A3Ovrr5Dzi4IxnIM7bRu24Q7FT775f9uQZnhV9mSrPT_P_iu/s1600-h/dognanny_w2647_680_jpg_w300h480.jpg"></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Just finished reading "Dog Nanny" ... a hilarious new book by my friend Ann Whitaker. Ann and I met on a message board for grieving pet parents 13 years ago. We have never met F2F, but have remained fast friends all these years. "Dog Nanny" is available NOW! Go to amazon.com for YOUR very own copy!<br /></span><br /></div><div></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-24380341210003791362009-05-04T10:21:00.000-07:002009-05-04T10:29:56.901-07:00Petunias 2009<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOvC7u0Zp9XbiIyuaN_gZvaZ9hQmdxV9gZvh1XXgDI8pXstubi2ebPrViRTh0YQq2Frk6kLwBop7Ls3G8FrjlmpjBq5ROjic2AL4rscyaIqS-teruBbeBTUVBjICILuGPYqJUFuOMNV3o/s1600-h/Petunias+2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021199077989042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOvC7u0Zp9XbiIyuaN_gZvaZ9hQmdxV9gZvh1XXgDI8pXstubi2ebPrViRTh0YQq2Frk6kLwBop7Ls3G8FrjlmpjBq5ROjic2AL4rscyaIqS-teruBbeBTUVBjICILuGPYqJUFuOMNV3o/s400/Petunias+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;">Ah! Spring has finally sprung and my verandah is filled with a billion petunias.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNt0prvtE0_x3iHYCRdTCEiyVbW3Y1xPF5NdPv4jgkrbJ0dIYtkJ6hMa7g1ikNqV6bZZOvbTBBy9FK4a0vK52dvTU6cCtgpulnfN_GO6tSinj-i_4h6JgNOH0QQ-Vv2mk6VkR39Qyl74S/s1600-h/Petunias+2009+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332020254439741410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNt0prvtE0_x3iHYCRdTCEiyVbW3Y1xPF5NdPv4jgkrbJ0dIYtkJ6hMa7g1ikNqV6bZZOvbTBBy9FK4a0vK52dvTU6cCtgpulnfN_GO6tSinj-i_4h6JgNOH0QQ-Vv2mk6VkR39Qyl74S/s400/Petunias+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-19487650438418396372008-12-09T10:14:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:22:32.462-08:00Happy Holidays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2Vo_wMG4LBwZjdZMUJrDALWU3DlrTwgY83bPczHW_M8pOXSOnsmYonyXtI_r5hi6hQJA7Mj2g7Na90kO_8JwACT1ZcQPlA-mwoHSme6_k_glmNhYUHP3fTd73p_RIALwffRYklv4_-Bw/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277856021587120066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2Vo_wMG4LBwZjdZMUJrDALWU3DlrTwgY83bPczHW_M8pOXSOnsmYonyXtI_r5hi6hQJA7Mj2g7Na90kO_8JwACT1ZcQPlA-mwoHSme6_k_glmNhYUHP3fTd73p_RIALwffRYklv4_-Bw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">This is one of the most interesting (and practical, if you have animals) things I've come across in a long time. It's an artificial Christmas tree that hangs on the wall! Addy J was fascinated with it at first, but she got bored. The main thing is that she can't actually get into it like she would a tree on the floor. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Anyway, I thought it was a great compromise. It sure beats the heck out of the little fiber optic one we've used the past two years!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Stay safe and warm and may Santa bring you what your heart desires!</span>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-85084053366642793522008-04-29T06:54:00.000-07:002008-11-13T02:55:56.028-08:00Cherry Snow and Leo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/SBcpkx-7F6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/d4qK2POuTC0/s1600-h/Cherry+Snow+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194666407064442786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/SBcpkx-7F6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/d4qK2POuTC0/s200/Cherry+Snow+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Don't you think it's about time for me to add a picture of Leo to this blog? Here is my handsome boy! He's almost two years old, is a Golden Lab and weighs in at 100 lbs.</span></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-75440328004063051312008-04-29T06:08:00.000-07:002008-04-29T07:02:10.038-07:00A Long Six Months<span style="color:#3333ff;">It seems that the past six months, since my father died, have flown by. After his death it was Thanksgiving, then Christmas with one of our daughters and her two children, then New Years with my cousin and her husband. My birthday, Valentines Day, St. Patricks Day, Easter and finally ... Spring. </span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm looking forward to Summer. I have seeds to plant and hummingbird feeders to fill. </span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm going to use my IRS rebate check (what a joke) to have the house pressure washed and the carpets cleaned. I feel that I will actually be using it for the purpose it's intended ... putting it back into the economy.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">And I can't wait to be able to spend Sundays on our verandah playing dominoes or acey-deucey while surrounded by my wildflowers, my hummingbirds and the fabulous mountains of Western North Carolina.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-37014287049492058582007-10-11T07:24:00.001-07:002008-11-13T02:55:56.384-08:00Tin Cup Necklace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeSPgSweUyHto56JOtMRbScm0SOb1u73ij1I16zDQVtQDf-eL3PEbqfOaN3DXUOBLGXmCaLmZBANU9CgG6saWDwkpJ_MNzjqr420aLQqbFUPzDYy9ek8kSYTQPbK884yWzUL_BAb02-58/s1600-h/TCN.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120085145315891426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeSPgSweUyHto56JOtMRbScm0SOb1u73ij1I16zDQVtQDf-eL3PEbqfOaN3DXUOBLGXmCaLmZBANU9CgG6saWDwkpJ_MNzjqr420aLQqbFUPzDYy9ek8kSYTQPbK884yWzUL_BAb02-58/s320/TCN.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Today is my anniversary ... well, OUR anniversary. It's our 10th and I'm happy to say that we're still very much in love and very happy together.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">My husband has been so good over the years with picking out jewelry, but this year his choice was more meaningful than ever.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">The proper gift for 10th year anniversaries is tin. He did the research, then found what is called a "Tin Cup" necklace. It's named for the necklace Rene Russo wore in the movie of the same name. It all rolls together in that it's the only movie I ever liked with Kevin Costner in it and golfing is a favorite pass time of ours.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">My necklace isn't tin, of course. Mine is white gold with 23 pearls. A beautiful and thoughtful gift from a loving and thoughtful husband.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Happy Anniversary to me!</span></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223896745284536693.post-23402590718703338982007-09-24T07:39:00.000-07:002008-11-13T02:55:56.508-08:00Poor Ole Addy J<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/RvfOgYeKkKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LWuvawE_4nY/s1600-h/Poor+Ole+Addy+J.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113782957622595746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFFSDehF7gI/RvfOgYeKkKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LWuvawE_4nY/s200/Poor+Ole+Addy+J.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;">This is Addy J. She is a rescued Calico and is around 14 months old. The reason she is looking so pitiful (and standing there like a Prairie Dog) is that she has been declawed. I've never done that to any cat I've ever owned. Most of the others were indoor/outdoor types, but Addy J is strickly an indoor cat. We had to agree to that before we adopted her.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;">After watching her get frighteningly close to the big ole dog's (more on Leo later) eyes, enduring 3:00 a.m. claws in my toes and finding a perfectly good window treatment shredded, I decided it would be best for the whole family to remove those claws. Only the front claws are removed.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;">It's been three weeks since the surgery. I know she's OK because I find evidence of her being on the kitchen counter in the mornings (not OK). But, she's still working it. She'll hold one of her little paws up and look pitiful while expecting to get treats. Doesn't work on me!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span></div><br /><div></div>Lyndymachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02450305475354855161noreply@blogger.com0